Our home

You shaped them Moulding my insecurities to your narrative You warped my expectations Reasonable expectations and they took another form. It was disguised as mending Fixing Building But the foundations you lay were sloppy. The communicative cement that binds each brick was laced in deceit and hidden truths. The bricks themselves were half hearted and

It’s in closeness we are unable to see the bigger picture.

Intimate conversations

The flow of conversation -the moisture on my lips.. When I nourished you with what awaits between my thighs- Your tongue was just as pleasurable on my cl…

Fireworks

Waiting for the day my insecurities won’t stop you from loving me.  My reactions to your actions hurt. And my depth lies in the learnt. My learnt actions My routines Of checking and updating your transparent existence on a platform of illusion. My heart shines when thinking of you then it flutters…  …fire works shoot

Mental strength

I’m on a journey  And I have not reached my destination.  Yet.

An unconventional goodbye letter.

As she wills a step forward  The heart is were you left it.   When turning around, she can see it there suspended… Waiting for you to  catch up. Logic refuses to pause   it stumbles ahead keeping her face turned afront, ahead, focused. The juxta heart imbedes its veins into its position. Carving pain and

It’s your smile that connotes a thousand meanings  The way you kiss me before I borrow my head into your chest.  My eyes are kept closed as I am engulfed by you your charm  your words  your warm heart.  Your heart doesn’t lie to me.  It tells me the truth-  as you speak words of

The Rhetoric Intersection

It is at the intersection you will find out… what we are really made of. Whether you are willing to try another path. Are you willing to walk along the shrapnel infested path barefoot? What if it leads you to your goal? What about a path that gathers pain with each  delicate step? Imagine a

Pills and Dicks.

He forced it in my mouth. I’ve told him countless times I can’t take it in. But he doesn’t listen! It wasn’t so bad at first I enjoyed swallowing but as time got on my throat wasn’t accustomed to the foreign ‘alien’ sliding down my throat everyday. And naturally started protesting so by definition I

How do you define ‘love’?

Your bodies intertwine, as he dines.   That feeling of their hunger, as he holds on to her, gently moving up, and he licks his lips and he can taste.   Electricity runs through them as they move, Like they have something to prove, She arches her back, ready for his pace, And on the